Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

The curtains were pulled, and the fine sunlight came in from the outside. Because of the shielding of the curtains, two worlds were separated inside and outside the room.

His face was covered with sweat, and the appearance of Xu Liu's death reappeared in my mind.

Did he deliberately entrust a dream to me? It is said that there are no flowers, leaves and creatures in the eight hundred mile yellow spring. Is Xu Liu really too lonely?

Since it is my own debt, I have to pay it myself.

"Click." When someone pushed the door in, I subconsciously raised my eyes to see that it was Huo Yancheng. He didn't know what was in his hand. When he saw me awake, his frown loosened a little.

He sat down beside my bed. "You are too weak now. You need to mend it. Come on, drink this medicine." He put the bowl in front of me.

I frowned and turned away from touching.

"Good." He had no choice but to reach out and touch my head, but I avoided him.

His hands were stiff in mid air and slowly retracted for a long time.

"Drink the medicine and don't let us worry about you."

"You go out." The last thing I want to see now is Huoyan city except myself.

This should not be the consequence that Xu Liu should bear, but now we are still so well together, but Xu Liu has gone to another world.

What a desperate thing it is for white haired people to send black haired people. I can fully understand the hatred of Xu and his wife for me.

"Zhou Xiran, how long do you want to torture yourself like this?" Huo Yancheng asked loudly. I couldn't help shaking all over. My face became more and more ugly. Without answering his questions, I didn't know how long I would torture myself like this.

I know I can't die. What should my parents do if I die?

But since you can't die, let's live.

"You come out... Uh... Huo Yancheng..." I just opened my mouth, suddenly something sealed my mouth, and then a bitter taste poured into my mouth. I instinctively resisted, but the root of my tongue itched, so I couldn't help swallowing all the things I fed.

"Cough... Cough..." the things pressed on the lips left, because they swallowed too quickly, many of them poured into the respiratory tract and couldn't help coughing violently.

Huo Yancheng's big hand patted on my back, "you just toast and don't like to eat penalty wine. If only you swallowed it obediently just now?" His tone was gentle and helpless, just as he was to me at first sight.

At this moment, I was stunned.

Huo Yancheng's lips approached slowly, bit by bit.

The moment I kissed me, I turned away.

His lips fell on my face with a slight coolness.

"Sorry, I want to rest." I spoke coldly.

"Well, you have an early rest. I'll go out first." Huo Yancheng got up with a bowl and stood by the bed. He saw that I really pulled the quilt and lay down to sleep before turning away. The door was opened and closed again.

"How's Miss?" Sister Zhang asked outside the door.

"It's no big deal. Sister Zhang doesn't have to worry too much." He opened his mouth to comfort.

Then there was silence again.

After this incident, I was completely ill when my body couldn't support it. As the saying goes, the disease came like a mountain and went like a thread. I stayed in bed for more than half a month, and Huoyan city came almost every day.

At first I didn't know that my fever led to my mental confusion. I didn't know what night it was.

But after that, maybe the medicine worked, and I was getting better.